the ice cream had melted overnight, and as we ate our now-milkshakes, we deliberated over the mood of the sky. he said that this was the kind of overcast he liked, and after a moment, i agreed. clouds sat grey and low, and the energy in the atmosphere promised a storm.
shortly after we began walking, the rain started to fall in slow, indecisive drops. by the time we finished our shopping and coffee, it had picked up and we chuckled against the wind, platic bags snapping at our sides.

along the way home, we each sang softly to ourselves, our voices each rising and falling against the other's although the songs were not the same.
"and i am walking, out in the rain..."